Deep Cotton - We're Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out lyrics
[Deep Cotton - We're Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out lyrics]
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
There’s a world under your zipper and
It wants to break out
There’s a killer in the hall
And he’s munching it all
Bang! bang! Go his jaws and
He’s hungry for more
You can see it, you can feel it
Metal to your head
Might as well kiss the monster
Laugh and fuck ‘til you’re dead
Yeah Boccaccio, I got this brand new idea
Let’s take over this mansion and
Tell some stories in here
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will
I will, I will, I will, i will
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
Rob the flowers from the grass and
The twist from the shout
We're all a mile high with some wings of wax
Who's fighting who, just be cool and relax
So much to smile 'bout in this world of sin
Just think when you die you begin again
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will
I will, I will, I will, i will
Moon, the moon, the fucking moon
We on the moon, on the fucking moon
Moon, the moon, the fucking moon
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
There's a world under you zipper and
It wants to break out
We're a mile way high on these wings of wax
We wanna steal your girls, lay back and relax
The dance in a house that's burning down
The cure radio plays above the sound
Better hope the song can take you home
Come on, well come on
We can freak out
There’s a world under your zipper and
It wants to break out
There’s a killer in the hall
And he’s munching it all
Bang! bang! Go his jaws and
He’s hungry for more
You can see it, you can feel it
Metal to your head
Might as well kiss the monster
Laugh and fuck ‘til you’re dead
Yeah Boccaccio, I got this brand new idea
Let’s take over this mansion and
Tell some stories in here
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will
I will, I will, I will, i will
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
Rob the flowers from the grass and
The twist from the shout
We're all a mile high with some wings of wax
Who's fighting who, just be cool and relax
So much to smile 'bout in this world of sin
Just think when you die you begin again
Who can cook? Who can clean?
Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will
I will, I will, I will, i will
Moon, the moon, the fucking moon
We on the moon, on the fucking moon
Moon, the moon, the fucking moon
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
We’re far enough from heaven now
We can freak out
There's a world under you zipper and
It wants to break out
We're a mile way high on these wings of wax
We wanna steal your girls, lay back and relax
The dance in a house that's burning down
The cure radio plays above the sound
Better hope the song can take you home
Come on, well come on